poetry

People see trees of green, Skies of blue,They know how to absorb a scene,But I'm focused on you.Your sun kissed cheeks,The way you smile at me,Carrying me through peaks,And how you make me feel free. The future may be uncertain,But I certainly am not,I want to dedicate my life to you,Even when my life stops.You never cease to carry existence,And my alter ego always opts,To hide from this beauty,Shield my eyes from this goddess.The way your hair falls,Like water on rocks,I push my heart to absorb your scenery,But with such beauty, My heart stops.

About the Author:Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poems "Willowed Memories" and "Special Moments" published by MIteen Writers.

It's sick, sitting under a sycamore,Wondering if there'd ever be more, if you and I could ever be more,Pushing thoughts out of you and me,You said you'd always love me, yet you were always jaunting.The image of you is forever haunting,And there's no way you can keep just flauntingYour new boy toy and his lack of feeling,But that's the secret to dealing With your emotions and life I guess.You could always say I was never the best,Leaving you wondering if I got rest or if I was gonna get a good grade on that test,But you didn't care, and it's never been fair,The delicate smell of your hair and the way you float through the air.

About the Author:Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression.

I hear many a tale,Of it sacrificed, stripped, stolen,And even offered up willingly,To one who’d spend it on pleasure,Without a second thought.Yes, I’ve heard and dreaded,Choices coming my way,To keep it would be a struggle,To lose it just too easy.I’ve wondered if now,Those spent, worn, used,Feel they’d bought anything,Worthwhile.I speak of purity,Of innocence,And naivety,All in good measure.Not unlearned,But not exposed.What I have seen is people,With regret and tear filled eyes,Telling their tale,And how much they wished,They’d save their body,Their innocence, their love,For the one they’d hold for life:A husband or wife.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Krystal loves to write and to climb trees. She has a twin brother, and both Krystal and her brother are hoping to attend college for the a career in the medical field.